Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Tajikistan and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing The Music Machine to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Neil Young & Crazy Horse. All the underground hits.
All The Names tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Davy DMX record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Con Funk Shun record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Make Up,
Anthony Braxton,
Matthew Bourne,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Franke,
Neil Young,
The Black Dice,
DNA,
Little Man,
The Birthday Party,
Warren Ellis,
Second Layer,
Ken Boothe,
Gregory Isaacs,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Derrick May,
Essential Logic,
The Real Kids,
The Durutti Column,
Boredoms,
Jeff Mills,
Intrusion,
Royal Trux,
Gabor Szabo,
Marcia Griffiths,
Accadde A,
Severed Heads,
Scion,
Michelle Simonal,
Monks,
Chris & Cosey,
Smog,
Drexciya,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Alton Ellis,
T.S.O.L.,
Anakelly,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Talk Talk,
Mars,
Kaleidoscope,
Average White Band,
Sonny Sharrock,
kango's stein massive,
Boz Scaggs,
Wasted Youth,
The New Christs,
D'Angelo,
Quantec,
The Fall,
Terrestrial Tones,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Dead C,
Black Moon,
Minny Pops,
Joe Smooth,
Absolute Body Control,
The Busters,
Lou Reed,
Swans,
The Motions, The Motions, The Motions, The Motions.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.